"I don't know, nameless." Vanilla creme fingers seeking a hold on her axe handle hip. James gave him a solid, considering look. For this being their first meeting, her focus was unnaturally intense.
"Maybe they did something to this thing, knowing you were in here." Blue eyes were charmed, unaffected by the potential for malicious scandal that landed them here. Smiling, even as she glanced back up to the hole in the ceiling. Like a kitten planning to crawl out of a dumpster, James was plotting.